How cheering is the Christian’s hope,
While
toiling here below!
It
bouys us up while passing through
This
wilderness of woe,
It
bouys us up while passing through
This
wilderness of woe.
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It
points us to a land of rest,
Where
saints with Christ will reign;
Where
we shall meet the loved of earth,
And
never part again.
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Fly,
lingering moments, fly, O, fly,
Dear
Savior, quickly come!
We
long to see Thee as Thou art,
And
reach that blissful home.